Does the soul
know of age?
Does it beg to
rest its head?
Does it ache for
flight,
From the
stillness of my bed?
Can it breathe
in such confinement,
Under the
pressure of my will?
Does it have the
patience of thought,
To know it cannot
rise until?
It has taught me
all it knows,
Forced me to see
all that is,
Awakened me from
the stillness of life,
Showed me this
is not mine nor either is it his.
It has been
brought to heart,
As it ran
through my mind,
This life is not
mine nor yours,
It belongs to
mother time.
All that she has
asked,
Is for us to
teach a few,
And that living
a selfless life,
Will keep you
from consuming you.
